rec room home | industrial revolution

exquisite corpse september 21 2005

das boot? i don’t think so
but i used to get drunk, and now i get drunker
   my feet are covered in tiny scales
your legs look longer in pinstripes
herofairy of the milksea, windshield bride
when he said all that, after all that, i checked my hat.
and then she said solemnly
   boot to the head
at dawn the errant hunter roasted his best friend the chicken.